Jr.Sinatra - NEXT! (feat. Casey Masters) Lyrics

Sunny days, bitch
Yeah see I don't know if I got it
Little change in my pocket
Been investin in a dream I swear this shit is hypnotic
Prophet stackin the profit
While the youth finna pop it
Give em all the stank face if they say I ain't got it
I'm not a star I'm a comet
Poet teachin the phonics
When you hear the shit I spit it make you sick like some vomit
I'm takin off like a rocket
Got the game in my pocket
Puttin on a suit and tie call that shit that drew lock it
Bout to show you what Don Dada do
Rookie in the game but not worried bout no altitude
The top ain't scary when you livin at the highest
I don't even need my shades when the lights shine brightest
Succumbin to the pressure don't exist cause it's the lightest
And I'm turnin tracks to gold got that touch like King Midas
And in a couple years I'll probably turn that shit to diamonds
Ain't nothin like a hater on my dick that shit is priceless
I been thinkin' bout this conversation had with a stranger
Told me all of his vices but I ain't answer the pager
Aint gon tell him all my evil doing battled my thoughts
Too self aware to acknowledge when I knew I was wrong shit
Why you buggin
Aint respondin to the frustration
Buildin up constructing all misplaced anger
I have with myself yeah
But I was busy thinking selfishly and how I gotta get the bag
This country's in a crisis
We were so sick of that virus
Had to handle our shit like this some diapers
We was kept inside I had to lock in like a vice grip
Hand in this game poetic writing
Married to the grindstone mindset
I told her I don't do that sleep around shit
Then I showed her I'll be gone when our night ends
Yeah gone when our night ends
You can tell that to your own friends
I said gone when our night ends
You can tell that to your friends hoe